I always wanted to know
the feeling of being loved back
by the person that my heart desires.
I've longed for that feeling
to come by from the person
I'm constantly wishing to arrive,
and I keep on searching for
a star to fall at night from the
widest skies yet the universe did
not gave me one to wish upon,
so I asked:
"How long do I have to wait?
Is it when I lost the interest of waiting? Or is it when I no longer feel that someone's coming?"
Then I stared at the moon,
I could hear no response but
the moonlight's grief was clearly
telling me an unrequited story
of a soul waiting for someone.
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Blued Lines
PoésieTo those whose heart has been ripped apart, you're not alone in the boat. If you think that poets write wonderful lines and echoing endings, then you got it wrong because we also get broken and as you read each poem, the sadder and painful it become...
